I had a great dream last night.

I was talking to Dave Rowntree, the drummer out of Blur. Outside the window there was a little monkey in the tree. It came very close, so I was able to get a photo of Dave with the monkey. This made me very happy because I already had photos of Alex James and Damon Albarn with monkeys, so now I only had to get a photo with the other chap out of Blur, to complete the set. Dave liked the photos and wished me luck in getting a photo of the other chap with a monkey.

I was, frankly, disappointed to wake up and discover it had been a dream.

BEHOLD! FOR I AM THE KING OF RASDISHES!

Rude

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Broom Broom!

There's a bloke up the road from me that's got an AC Royal.

Petty Friday vandalism

One of the joys of being a medical writer is that sometimes you get to write about a whole new condition you've never worked on before.

I'm writing about OCD this afternoon or at least I would be, I've had to clean my keyboard eight times and the punctuation just isn't right...

NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Summer Wine star Wilde dies at 86

As a fully paid-up member of the Holmfirth brigade, I will be wearing a black armband and roll down a hill in a bathtub in memory...

*sniff*

Early morning amphibious attack

I opened the door this morning so I could leave the house and go to work; and almost stood on this little fella who had taken up residency on my doorstep. I'm going to call him Mr Hoppy and, if he comes back, dig him a little pond to live in.

it's the 29th February today, an exciting leap year. i've nothing particularly important to say, just that i wanted to see whether my internets recognised the fact when i did this.